Sigurd Jarlson's page

I've got an idea or two rolling around. I'll try to get something up by midweek.

Here's my submission.

Tak-Tak Darkfeather the Tengu Unchained Rogue (Swordmaster)
https://paizo.com/people/TakTakDarkfeather

Sounds like a cool idea!
Mutation: 1d40 ⇒ 6

I'd miss the status line too. As well as the ability to differentiate between in-character and out-of-character text in normal posts. We can (and probably should) make a separate channel for Discussion, like here, but the ability to have one-liners in the regular posts is nice. Although I suppose we could post it in italics or something like that.

The multiple dice roll issue doesn't bother me as much. I think it'd really only come into play if more than one person was posting at once, interrupting each other. If I'm making 4 posts in a row, they'll show up like one big one from me.

As to your spoiler point, Paul, I think there's a bot for that.

....and we're back!

Sigurd, still singing, draws his hammer as he moves into a flanking position with Ike. He swings as the spirits also attack.

MWK Earthbreaker hit: 1d20 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 1 = 21 BAB + STR + weapon focus + mwk + flanking + song
MKW Earthbreaker damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 2) + 4 + 1 = 13 2 handed + song
d100: 1d100 ⇒ 97

Lesser Spirit Totem Slam: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 + 2 = 17 BAB + CHA
LPT Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4 CHA, neg energy
d100: 1d100 ⇒ 72

edited because I don't actually add 41 to my damage.

"I serve Gorum and he will reward all those who die in his service. I don't fear death, beast! Can you say the same?"

With that, Sigurd's voice booms out through the fog. He is singing a song of battle and trust in Gorum to give them victory.

As he sings, spirits of the dead come up from the ground and surround the group, ready to strike out at the enemy.

This is the standard battle song that gives +2 STR/CON, +1 Will, and -1 AC. It also give the Lessor Spirit Totem whose rolls are under my column in the Google spreadsheet. You can choose to ignore the effects of the song if you want.

Hey! I can finally get the site to load! I'll post right now.

"This is crazy! There's no way this is natural."

Sigurd says a quick prayer to Gorum for protection as he keeps his eyes peeled for any sign of Noober.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

"I bet that strange guy grabbed the statue and ran off with it. I can't imagine why though. Could he have been influenced by that same magic that was scrying on us yesterday? Regardless, I suppose it's up to us to go rescue him before he gets himself killed."

Ride: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (19) + 2 = 21

Sigurd rejoins the group after fiddling with his brewing operation.

"What's this about magical spying? That can't be good. Do we have access to any countermeasures?

mwk Earthbreaker would work for Sigurd

Sigurd wakes after a wonderful night's sleep. By Gorum's beard, it's nice to sleep in a bed again.

He checks on his brewing operation and finds it bubbling nicely. It seems that his old mash paddle worked it's magic once again.

It'll be a wheat bear, flavored with black and juniper berries along with appropriate hops. He'll add in some honey at the last minute too, for sweetness. The mash is stirred with a mash paddle that has been passed down through the family line for generations. Sigurd's father gave it to him when he left. Top it all off with appropriate prayers and songs to Gorum and, baby, you've got a stew goin'.

Sigurd takes the brewery kit and sets it up in an unused corner. He spends the rest of the day boiling water and mashing grains. He mixes in the various additives he's gathered during the group's travels, tasting a bit as he goes.

When he deems that everything is just right, he sets the mash aside to ferment, dubbing it "The Greenbelt Ale".

"Should be ready in one month", he announces to the rest of the group.

Sigurd stares into the fire and ponders Diceros' words.

"Yes, good and evil are a part of nature, but does that mean evil should be tolerated? Evil drives the most terrible of actions: murder, theft, rape, and others. These are things that have no place in modern society and are touted as evil by all civilized peoples.

I respect your difficulty with taking a life, even if I don't entirely understand it. But you have to admit, sometimes the presence and influence of evil demands action by the good.

'Good and evil are a part of nature' isn't an excuse for inaction when the helpless are being assailed by the evils of this world. It is then that the gods call us to action.

*sings* If I only had a braaaiiiin...

Seriously though, Sigurd will sing all sorts of Wizard of Oz themed Pathfinder songs if that happens.

Please make that happen

"Why would someone bury these things here? Is there something special about this tree?"

Sigurd is glad to be out of that cave. It seems that he's gotten used to the wide open spaces and lush green forests of the Greenbelt. Plus, those mites gave me the willys

As he travels with his companions, he makes sure to keep his eyes open for anything of interest to the group. Those things that he does find, he practices identifying before handing anything that's too hard off to Diceros.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
Survival: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
Knowledge Nature: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16 Bardic Knowledge

Weren't we on our way back to Oleg's? Let's head in that direction.

I'm not sure where/if you've posted where we are on those scales now, but I think finishing that up peaceably is worth moving toward the good and lawful side of things.

It's too cramped in here.

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Sigurd climbs out with the test. When he finally makes it out of the cave, he stretches out to his full height, spreading his arms wide.

"Thank Gorum we can travel in open land. I don't know how much more of cramped caves I can take."

What crafting feats do you have? I could use a headband of charisma. I certainly wouldn't say no to a +1 version of my hammer either.

Thanks! Not that it mattered this time. Though I think Rai's aid other went through, which is good. I also secretly hope our GM gives me bonuses for flattery and sharing my beer...

Sigurd puts his jug of beer on the table, in full view of all the mites, and really starts to lay it on thick.

"Chief Grabbles, noblest of mites, this beer is from my homeland, the Land of the Linnorm Kings. It was brewed by my father, according to our ancient traditions. Let us share a round, that you might know our peaceful intentions.

You see, Oh Mighty Chief, we are interested only in trade. Your loyal subject, Smeagol, we have meet before. He can tell you how we saved his life. I see now that he wears a beautiful ring on his finger. We desire to trade for that ring. Surely we can offer you something much more valuable than a mere golden ring.

What say you?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Is fortune still going?

Diplomacy w/fortune: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Never mind...

While Arlen is speaking, Sigurd looks around the room to see if he can spot the ring.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20

What he says next is dependent on what he sees. How'd I do?

Sigurd takes the rope from Arlen, ties one end around her waist and the other around his. After securing the knots he says, "Hopefully, I'll be able to grab something if you fall. That way, both of us won't go down."

Knowing his own climbing ability isn't all that great, Sigurd hopes this is a good idea, and sets off after the others.

Climb: 1d20 ⇒ 14

We don't really want to fight these guys, I think. Not because we couldn't but because I don't think we need to. Sigurd is going to try the diplomatic solution.

"Peace! We'll come with you to see this Chief Grabbles but, please, lower your weapons. We mean you no harm"

Sigurd keeps his hammer on his back or puts it back there (I don't remember if he's holding it or not) and holds his hands out for the mites to see.

"Look. I hold no weapon in my hands. It would take me a move action time to remove it to attack. You'd have the upper hand. I am armed, it's true, but this is an unpredictable land. We must be able to defend ourselves. But I tell you the truth, our weapons are for our defense.

Likewise, that particular kobold means you less harm than anything else you've ever come in contact with."

Sigurd smiles at that last bit, thinking how much Ike abhors violence.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Diplomacy Fortune: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12

Sigurd kicks himself for not paying attention closely enough. I should have known that mite was lying!

Using the rope, he follows his friends down the shaft, ready to pull his hammer off his back at a moment's notice.

"If we're going to try talking first, maybe Diceros should go down in the lead."

Do we have a party order chosen?

Climb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
Climb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17
Climb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (7) + 0 = 7
Climb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

"Wait! There doesn't have to be any killing. We just want to talk to you."

Sigurd doesn't speak the same language as the mites, but hopes that the one who speaks a bit of common might be able to understand what he's saying.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Sigurd will climb down and cast light, once he gets to the bottom.

This could be interesting.

Climb: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (17) + 0 = 17

Could have been worse. Rai hung a rope right? That makes it the climb a bit easier, I think.

Sigurd yells down into hole,

"What do you see down there? Do you need our assistance?

"It's certainly unique. I've seen few of it's size in my travels."

Sigurd rides over to the and looks all around it, trying to figure out if there's anything that stands out.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24

For most of the rest of the day, Sigurd is able to think on Rai's suggestion and laugh. I wonder if I could make that work

Sigurd puts a lot of time into thinking about how that song would go. He writes down a few things and scratches out others. At the end, he thinks this might work into something big. He takes his notes and puts them in his pack.

The rest of his time is spent focusing on matters closer at hand. He keeps his eyes peeled in case more trolls are in the area. He also, as always, keeps his eye out for something that would go well in a new brew. He'd like to start a large brewing operation at some point; some way to bring the style of beer he knows how to make to the people of the Greenbelt. It should have a local flavor to it though.

Preform(Sing): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 To write a song?
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21
Profession(Brewer): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

"Yes! A mighty battle it was. As you suggest, Rai, it should be immortalized in song. I'll set to it as soon as we return to Oleg's. Decapitation by shield will be hard to rhyme, though."

Sigurd says that last part tongue-in-cheek, looking and grinning at Brokk'r.

Sigurd takes a quick step to the side, in order to get into a flanking position with Brokk'r. While still continuing to sing to Gorum, he brings his hammer down on the troll once again.

Earthbreaker hit: 1d20 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 13 BAB + STR + weapon focus + song + flank
Earthbreaker damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (6, 1) + 4 + 1 = 12 2 handed + song

Spurred on by the the song, the spirits slam into the troll as well.

Lesser Spirit Totem Slam: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (16) + 2 + 2 = 20 BAB + CHA
LPT Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 CHA, neg energy

Sigurd, still singing, takes a step forward and brings the hammer to bear on the troll, aiming for the head.

Earthbreaker hit: 1d20 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (12) + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1 = 19 BAB + STR + weapon focus + song
Earthbreaker damage: 2d6 + 4 + 1 ⇒ (2, 5) + 4 + 1 = 12 2 handed + song

The spirits swirling around him also get a chance to attack the troll, slamming themselves into body of the beast.

Lesser Spirit Totem Slam: 1d20 + 2 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 + 2 = 11 BAB + CHA
LPT Damage: 1d4 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 5 CHA, neg energy

Sigurd looks at the monster, wracking his brain for anything that he can come up with that might help them.

Knowledge(Local): 1d20 + 6 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 6 + 2 = 15 skill + bardic knowledge

As he does, he begins to sing. As last time, the song emboldens he and his allies for combat. It also surrounds them with swirling spirits, ready to strike out at any nearby enemies.

Sigurd pours Brokk'r some beer and they toast to their mission, their friends, the kobolds, this cave, and anything else they can think of.

Sigurd finds himself thoroughly enjoying the party. He attempts to match Sootscale drink for drink and does a pretty good job of it. At one point, he even teaches the kobolds one of Gorum's battle songs and the spend a good while bellowing it out loudly, their voices echoing throughout the cave.

Let's head back to Oleg's via the mites and any other unexplored places on they way.

Prices for gear are all going to be in gp so it's probably fine to convert everything. I know that's how our GM does it in other games :)

Are we rested up enough? If we are, I'm on board with heading out and trying to find the mites.

"How did you end up loosing that statue in the first place? Surely the mites couldn't just take it from you. Was Tartuk responsible for that too?"

"He was smart, I'll give you that, but I highly doubt you'll turn into chickens without the statue. You don't have it now and you're not a chicken, are you?

Why don't you let us handle getting the statue back?"

Diplomacy again? I'll do it anyway.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11

yikes. hopefully you don't want that roll...

After not getting an answer, Sigurd rubs his eyes and blinks them a few times.

Maybe I got hit harder than I thought. Or maybe I'm just REALLY tired. I don't like caves either way. Best wrap this up.

A little embarrassed, having threatened a corpse, he takes a long drink from his jug of beer before yelling,

"Sootscale! Let's talk." He hands the jug to the kobold leader.

"We fought well together and rid your tribe of a particularly nasty threat, not to mention the scouts we took out earlier (working for Tartuk too, they said.) It seems like this was Tartuk's habit, to spur on war between mites and various tribes of kobolds. Do you have any idea why? What else can you tell us about this statue?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

My first question still stands though. What else do we want to learn from him?

Nevermind. I'll roll play the stupid

I'm sure. I messed up Sootcale and Tartuk. Can I edit to talk to the right guy?

I got a pretty good diplomacy roll to try and get Tartuk to talk. What do we want to know? More about the statue? More about him specifically? He's already kind of indicated where the mites are. Do we want to know more about them?

"Alright Tartuk. You've lost. Those knots are secure and you can't escape. Plus, you owe your life to our druid friend here. His dislike of death apparently extends even to the likes of you. He's the only reason you're still breathing and not lying dead in a pool of your own life's blood.

Now you're the one of the most intelligent kobolds I've ever come in contact with. How about you put that intelligence to good use and come to a deal with us. You answer any question put to you and we won't kill you. By Gorum, we might even be able to come to an agreement where you get to leave this cave alive. What do you say?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15

Sigurd takes the rope out of his pack and ties up Tartuk, making sure he won't be able to escape.